this other creature that lives inside of my stomach is really trying to tell me something. my mind is getting tired and my body is already dead. "so what do we do from here mister winter?" said the cold skin. and mister winter solemnly replied, "we wait, we wait for the sun to say hello once again, and until then, we try our hardest to keep warm." and then the camaleskapi walked into the desert unharmed by misses whaleicorn and the seven headed crew.
the end
i mean. oh god. my tum is really hurting right now and this is what always happens. i start dreaming about lots of children's stories all jumbled up into one big mess of a thing. i now for three days have been with the moon and it is very painfull. there is a disease in my body that makes it hurt much worse than before. but i am always happy when i am with the moon. even though it hurts. its only a week.

i am a cold snow and ice liking human. he is not. he was born in a heat wave. i was born in a blizzard. what happened. perhaps we are here to counteract one anothers temperature needs. yes. perfect. thats just what itll be. ok then. i really need to put this dead body to rest and get to this tomorrow. after i am finished conforming at my interview. ahh how i love society and money and the need to have a job or not survive as a human unfortunately living in the us of A. god damnit.
farewell. good night. sweet dreams. moon.